The Distant Promise

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2026-08-23 13:17:02 -

The water was black, thick as oil, and it rose against your shins with a patience that felt deliberate. You were not supposed to be here. The Blackwood Mill had been condemned since the flood of ’89, a rotting carcass of iron and slate jutting out of the riverbank like a broken tooth, but you had come for the journal. Margaret’s journal. It was the only thing left of her, a leather-bound volume...

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